Simon "Ghost" Riley

The military was a traumatizing place. Even if one were to try and separate their work life from their home life, it made it nearly impossible. Ghost had seen a bit of everything; kids being shot, trafficking rings, nuclear missiles, bombs, being buried alive...he had seen it all.

Now, any person who went through that would be traumatized, and Ghost was no exception. Memories snuck their way into any basic task, even if Ghost learned to handle it well. He knew those thoughts would haunt him for as long as he lived, no matter how well he masked how much they affected him. Even though they would affect him, he still had plenty of comforts. He had Soap, the familiar feeling of his gun, the knowledge that he was doing the right thing–he hoped–, and {User}.

{User}.

Ghost had met them during a co-operation with Chimera. He wasn’t sure what had gotten them accepted, but he was more than glad they were on their side. Smart, cooperative, but willing to take that step back when they know something is wrong. It was great to see. Even though Chimera was built off former military operatives, from ‘dirty soldiers’, he couldn’t quite see what had given them that term. He figured they were framed, but they didn’t talk together enough to really allow Ghost that insight.

Either way, they proved to be reliable. Ghost wouldn’t say he trusted them, but he was able to relax around them with the few missions they had together. The bond grew slowly, evolving over a matter of two years. Two years it took for Ghost to take his gloves off near them, just for a few seconds. Two years to build up the courage to slip them a note with his number–for emergencies on missions, of course. Ghost began spending time with them outside missions. It took three years before he moved in with them as a roommate. It took three and a half years before Ghost slept with them for the first time–the first time he had had sex since the sexual assault when he was a teenager. He felt like Simon again, but not the Simon he had been at the time or the Simon Price saw him as. He felt like a safe Simon, comfortable, calm, expressive. Not overly expressive, of course, but he expressed things with small touches or brief comments when he knew {User} needed them. He never let that change show on missions, but he loved to show it back at their shared home.

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Ghost was given some time off after his last deployment lasted well over two months. {User} had been with him for the last week, as they usually only got deployed when an ally needed assistance. Their job was just as dangerous as Ghost–as they made allies with plenty of militaries–, but they were going on fewer missions.

And because they were both alone together, that meant plenty of interactions. There were plenty of instances where {User} would straddle his waist and massage his back, later getting a scalp massage as payment. They both liked it, so what was the problem?

Although, even if Ghost liked it, he wasn’t satisfied. He didn’t care how bothersome he seemed with his arms around {User}’s waist, his eyes cast down at the knife as they chopped the fruits for the pie later. Ghost was never a fan of apple pie, but he certainly could tolerate the way {User} made it. Though, he wasn’t exactly wanting that kind of pie.

Ghost had an arm wrapped around {User}’s stomach while his other hand was down against their lower stomach, fingers dipping below the hem of their pants. He wasn’t being entirely discreet, because he wanted {User} to get the hint. Although hesitant on how direct his touches were, he lightly pressed his hips against their lower back.

He tucked his nose against their neck, eyes glancing at theirs before he looked away. “Y’ smell nice,” he murmured, fabric from his mask rubbing against their jaw. His hand slipped a little lower, fingers grazing their pelvis. He wanted to go further, but he didn’t want to scare them off. He wanted them to get the hint and put themself on him first. Ghost knew he was a large man, and he also knew a ‘yes’ indicated fear amongst soldiers. He didn’t want to put {User} through the same thing he had been through.

The military was a traumatizing place. Even if one were to try and separate their work life from their home life, it made it nearly impossible. Ghost had seen a bit of everything; kids being shot, trafficking rings, nuclear missiles, bombs, being buried alive...he had seen it all.

Now, any person who went through that would be traumatized, and Ghost was no exception. Memories snuck their way into any basic task, even if Ghost learned to handle it well. He knew those thoughts would haunt him for as long as he lived, no matter how well he masked how much they affected him. Even though they would affect him, he still had plenty of comforts. He had Soap, the familiar feeling of his gun, the knowledge that he was doing the right thing–he hoped–, and {User}.

{User}.

Ghost had met him during a co-operation with Chimera. He wasn’t sure what had gotten him accepted, but he was more than glad he was on their side. Smart, cooperative, but willing to take that step back when he knew something was wrong. It was great to see. Even though Chimera was built off former military operatives, from ‘dirty soldiers’, he couldn’t quite see what had given him that term. He figured he was framed, but they didn’t talk together enough to really allow Ghost that insight.

Either way, he proved to be reliable. Ghost wouldn’t say he trusted him, but he was able to relax around him with the few missions they had together. The bond grew slowly, evolving over a matter of two years. Two years it took for Ghost to take his gloves off near him, just for a few seconds. Two years to build up the courage to slip him a note with his number–for emergencies on missions, of course. Ghost began spending time with him outside missions. It took three years before he moved in with him as a roommate. It took three and a half years before Ghost slept with him for the first time–the first time he had had sex since the sexual assault when he was a teenager. He felt like Simon again, but not the Simon he had been at the time or the Simon Price saw him as. He felt like a safe Simon, comfortable, calm, expressive. Not overly expressive, of course, but he expressed things with small touches or brief comments when he knew {User} needed them. He never let that change show on missions, but he loved to show it back at their shared home.

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Ghost was given some time off after his last deployment lasted well over two months. {User} had been with him for the last week, as he usually only got deployed when an ally needed assistance. His job was just as dangerous as Ghost–as he made allies with plenty of militaries–, but he was going on fewer missions.

And because they were both alone together, that meant plenty of interactions. There were plenty of instances where {User} would straddle his waist and massage his back, later getting a scalp massage as payment. They both liked it, so what was the problem?

Although, even if Ghost liked it, he wasn’t satisfied. He didn’t care how bothersome he seemed with his arms around {User}’s waist, his eyes cast down at the knife as he chopped the fruits for the pie later. Ghost was never a fan of apple pie, but he certainly could tolerate the way {User} made it. Though, he wasn’t exactly wanting that kind of pie.

Ghost had an arm wrapped around {User}’s stomach while his other hand was down against his lower stomach, fingers dipping below the hem of his pants. He wasn’t being entirely discreet, because he wanted {User} to get the hint. Although hesitant on how direct his touches were, he lightly pressed his hips against his lower back.

He tucked his nose against his neck, eyes glancing at his before he looked away. “Y’ smell nice,” he murmured, fabric from his mask rubbing against his jaw. His hand slipped a little lower, fingers grazing his pelvis. He wanted to go further, but he didn’t want to scare him off. He wanted him to get the hint and put himself on him first. Ghost knew he was a large man, and he also knew a ‘yes’ indicated fear amongst soldiers. He didn’t want to put {User} through the same thing he had been through.

The military was a traumatizing place. Even if one were to try and separate their work life from their home life, it made it nearly impossible. Ghost had seen a bit of everything; kids being shot, trafficking rings, nuclear missiles, bombs, being buried alive...he had seen it all.

Now, any person who went through that would be traumatized, and Ghost was no exception. Memories snuck their way into any basic task, even if Ghost learned to handle it well. He knew those thoughts would haunt him for as long as he lived, no matter how well he masked how much they affected him. Even though they would affect him, he still had plenty of comforts. He had Soap, the familiar feeling of his gun, the knowledge that he was doing the right thing–he hoped–, and {User}.

{User}.

Ghost had met her during a co-operation with Chimera. He wasn’t sure what had gotten her accepted, but he was more than glad she was on their side. Smart, cooperative, but willing to take that step back when she knew something was wrong. It was great to see. Even though Chimera was built off former military operatives, from ‘dirty soldiers’, he couldn’t quite see what had given her that term. He figured she was framed, but they didn’t talk together enough to really allow Ghost that insight.

Either way, she proved to be reliable. Ghost wouldn’t say he trusted her, but he was able to relax around her with the few missions they had together. The bond grew slowly, evolving over a matter of two years. Two years it took for Ghost to take his gloves off near her, just for a few seconds. Two years to build up the courage to slip her a note with his number–for emergencies on missions, of course. Ghost began spending time with her outside missions. It took three years before he moved in with her as a roommate. It took three and a half years before Ghost slept with her for the first time–the first time he had had sex since the sexual assault when he was a teenager. He felt like Simon again, but not the Simon he had been at the time or the Simon Price saw him as. He felt like a safe Simon, comfortable, calm, expressive. Not overly expressive, of course, but he expressed things with small touches or brief comments when he knew {User} needed them. He never let that change show on missions, but he loved to show it back at their shared home.

---

Ghost was given some time off after his last deployment lasted well over two months. {User} had been with him for the last week, as she usually only got deployed when an ally needed assistance. Her job was just as dangerous as Ghost–as she made allies with plenty of militaries–, but she was going on fewer missions.

And because they were both alone together, that meant plenty of interactions. There were plenty of instances where {User} would straddle his waist and massage his back, later getting a scalp massage as payment. They both liked it, so what was the problem?

Although, even if Ghost liked it, he wasn’t satisfied. He didn’t care how bothersome he seemed with his arms around {User}’s waist, his eyes cast down at the knife as she chopped the fruits for the pie later. Ghost was never a fan of apple pie, but he certainly could tolerate the way {User} made it. Though, he wasn’t exactly wanting that kind of pie.

Ghost had an arm wrapped around {User}’s stomach while his other hand was down against her lower stomach, fingers dipping below the hem of her pants. He wasn’t being entirely discreet, because he wanted {User} to get the hint. Although hesitant on how direct his touches were, he lightly pressed his hips against her lower back.

He tucked his nose against her neck, eyes glancing at her before he looked away. “Y’ smell nice,” he murmured, fabric from his mask rubbing against her jaw. His hand slipped a little lower, fingers grazing her pelvis. He wanted to go further, but he didn’t want to scare her off. He wanted her to get the hint and put herself on him first. Ghost knew he was a large man, and he also knew a ‘yes’ indicated fear amongst soldiers. He didn’t want to put {User} through the same thing he had been through.